The Almighty Female Supporting Role of Quick Transmigration is in training

Chapter 254 The Downtrodden Noble Miss (4)

"Well……"

Faced with Liu Ya's habit, Luo Qinghuan had nothing to say. After all, as a deacon who took care of Liya's daily necessities since she was a child, she knew the original owner well. When Luo Qinghuan didn't know how to refuse, it was Mrs. Wei Na who was at the bedside. Let out a cry.

Madam Wei Na, who woke up slowly, looked at Lu Ya blankly, and then turned her head to Luo Qinghuan. After a moment of sluggishness, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Dear, my child..."

Mrs. Wei Na called out in a tearful voice, and stretched out her arms to hug Luo Qinghuan into her arms. When she heard the groan from touching the wound, Wei Na's hand holding Luo Qinghuan's shoulders immediately relaxed and turned around. And squeezed her hand.

"My dear, it's really worrying why you are so stupid. If something happens to you-how will you let mother live!"

As Mrs. Wei Na spoke, tears overflowed her eyes again. She reached out and touched Luo Qinghuan's cheek. Luo Qinghuan squeezed her hand on her face and moved it to her lips to kiss her softly.

"Mother, don't worry, I know how to measure."

"You silly boy, I, I..."

"I'm just glad I didn't come too late, mother."

"No, no, mother will never do such a stupid thing again."

"Ma'am, there are guests in the lobby."

"Oh, my dear, I'll leave for a while, and I'll be right back."

The two of them held hands and seemed to have endless words to say. Fortunately, the deacon outside the door interrupted them in time, and Wei Na ended the topic. Luo Qinghuan, who was mentally exhausted, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But seeing that Wei Na had already left the room, and Luya, who had been standing by the bed since just now, had no intention of leaving, Luo Qinghuan glanced at the clothes in his hands, and suddenly got under the quilt.

"I'm going to rest, you go out."

"Miss..."

Seemingly understanding the reason for her uncooperation, Liuya shook his head helplessly, put the clothes in his hands aside, and approached the person on the bed.

Through a thin layer of blanket, Luo Qinghuan could feel her forehead was slightly moist, and it was Luya who leaned over and left a kiss on her forehead.

"Have a good rest, miss. If you need anything, I'll be at the door."

……

early morning
After lying in bed for a whole week, Luo Qinghuan was finally able to walk out of the room accompanied by Liu Ya. His father had just passed away and his mother Wei Na was preparing for the funeral and had no time to stay by Luo Qinghuan's side.

After casually wandering around the yard, Wei Na was not found in Luo Qinghuan's manor. After asking Liu Ya, he learned that his mother and someone were talking to someone in the side hall.

Taking the tea from Luya's hand, Luo Qinghuan pretended to be very curious: "Luya, who is mother's guest?"

"It seems to be your aunt, Missy, do you want to go in and have a look?"

"No, it's better not to disturb their business—aunt is alone?"

"I heard that your uncle, Count Ferrell, is also here."

"Count Ferrer?"

Upon hearing this name, Luo Qinghuan trembled uncontrollably, almost knocking over the teacup, but Luckily Liu Ya quickly caught it, and when she looked up again, she saw that the eldest lady's eyes were terribly cold.

She hurried towards the living room. Before she entered, she heard laughter and laughter in the living room. As soon as Luo Qinghuan entered, four pairs of eyes looked directly at her.

In addition to Mrs. Wei Na and the original owner's aunt, Fei Lie and his son are also here. Fei Lie is as fat as he remembers, and his son Currido and him seem to be carved out of the same mold. Same, fat eyes fixed on Luo Qinghuan.

The moment Luo Qinghuan appeared, Fei Lie's chaotic eyes flashed with excitement.

(End of this chapter)